Asran turned to look at Makus a brow lifting slightly. Markus was a powerful spellcaster plus someone Asran appointed as a protector of the city. He slowly lowered the children. Patting them on the back gently, and excused himself. The children giggled and ran off to go play elsewhere. While still staying out of the way. Asran took a seat near the priestess. Keeping a healthy distance from her as to not get zapped again. 
“So, hows your day going Ayrie? Heard you were gonna head to the bath house. Guess the old building your staying in has yet to get all it’s plumbing installed,” he said leaning back on his hands.